It's in Neapolitan dialect, and the lyrics are pretty fickle, (not to mention suggestive) but above is:

The moon over the sea makes me want to marry, Mama
My daughter, what do you have in mind?
Mama, what do you think?
You should marry a fisherman, he'll come and go, go and come
Always his fish in his hand
If he gets any ideas he'll give his fish to my daughter
La la la, fried fish and baccala
We don't want any calamare (iirc)

Same as above, except a pulezia is a policeman, and a scuppettea is a rifle.